Chapter ONE - Weebly

sheriff had apologized for meddling in her affairs.
Pell, on the other hand, appeared frightened, his
face ghostly pale in the firelight. He kept a wary eye on
Sephira as she walked past, but then turned back to
Ethan. A moment later, he spotted Uncle Reg and his
eyes widened slightly. The ghost leered at him.
Sephira looked from the minister to Ethan, perhaps
sensing their friendship. Her expression darkened. At
last, though, helpless to do anything about the fact that
she had been robbed of her prey, she turned once more
to follow her men. Then she stopped and turned again
to face Ethan.
“I’ll take that blade,” she said to him.
“And I’ll take mine.”
She smirked, held a hand out to Nap. He pulled
Ethan’s knife from his pocket and handed it to her.
Sephira walked to where Ethan stood, her hips swaying
provocatively, no doubt for Pell’s benefit. Stopping in
front of him, she lifted Ethan’s blade, staring at him.
After a moment, she flipped it over and handed it to
him, hilt first. Ethan gave her the blade he had taken.
Sephira slipped the weapon into her pocket and